The Other Finger Poem by James McLain
The Other Finger
the finger
being run to the top of its moons opening taps
and taps beating palpitation
my lingum writes its slow soft major crushing
brutal faster of yoni and before I move
my hands with his size to draw and push
and raise his body because
I push it until it moves like bud too open.
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5/4/2024 11:38:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem, dear poet friend. it was nice. i sorta liked it. it derseves a 8+. byes.